A generic liquor store with a moderately large selection of alcohols (pre-apocalypse). Unbeknownst to many, the proprietor of said liquor store crafted his own beer and alcohol in the basement of the store, behind the storage area. He had very rudimentary materials, and probably created a bit of quasi-illegal product, though he never was caught. The equipment still remains intact, along with several barrels of not-quite-whiskey, sealed by a padlocked wooden door.
Predictably, the store has been ransacked by the survivors of the apocalypse. There is a high demand for alcohol among those who realize now that death would have been preferable to survival in the post-apocalyptic world. As such, the shelves are empty. Refrigerator doors are smashed, the shelves askew inside. The backroom has been found and looted, and nearly all of the storage supplies have been ransacked, though the items there are arguably not so useful. Still, the padlocked wooden door remains intact - it could be that the door is just so unnoticeable that nobody has even bothered to check it.
Inhabitants:
Generally nobody lingers here, as the newcomers who realize the alcohol is gone can tend to become rather violently angry. Some rodents scurry in and out. Random Encounter table
Predictably, the store has been ransacked by the survivors of the apocalypse. There is a high demand for alcohol among those who realize now that death would have been preferable to survival in the post-apocalyptic world. As such, the shelves are empty. Refrigerator doors are smashed, the shelves askew inside. The backroom has been found and looted, and nearly all of the storage supplies have been ransacked, though the items there are arguably not so useful. Still, the padlocked wooden door remains intact - it could be that the door is just so unnoticeable that nobody has even bothered to check it.